| Thrill with the lissome lust of the light,
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| Oh my man! |
| My man!
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| Come careering out of the night.
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| Io Pan! |
| Io Pan! |
| Come over the sea
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| Over sea;
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| Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
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| And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
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| On a milk-white ass, over the sea
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| Come to me, come to me.
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| Come with Apollo in bridal dress
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| (My shepherdess, my pythoness)
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| Come with Artemis, silken shod,
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| And wash thy white thighs, my beautiful God,
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| In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
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| And in the dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
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| Dip the passionate prayer
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| In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
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| The crimson shrine,
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| The soul that startles dip
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| To watch thy wantonness weeping through
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| The tangled grove,
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| Of the living tree
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| That is spirit and soul
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| And body and brain — over the sea,
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| I am not man
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| Devil or God, come to me,
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| I am not man
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| Dip the passionate prayer
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| In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
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| Come with trumpets sounding shrill,
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| Come with drums low muttering
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| From the spring!
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| Come with flute and come with pipe!
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| Am I not ripe?
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| Am I not ripe?
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| I am not man
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| I, who wait and writhe and wrestle.
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| My body, weary of empty clasp,
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| I am numb, I am numb,
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| With the lonely lust of devildom.
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| Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
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| I am awake in the grip of the snake.
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| The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
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| The Gods withdraw;
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| To the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
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| To the soul that startles in eyes of blue
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| To watch thy wantonness weeping
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| The tangled grove,
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| Of the living tree
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| That is spirit and soul
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| And body and brain — over the sea,
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| Devil or God,
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| I am not man
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| I am awake in the grip of the snake.
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| The eagle slashes with beak and claw,
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| The eagle slashes with beak and claw,
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| I am numb, I am numb,
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| With the lonely lust of devildom.
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| The eagle slashes with beak and claw,
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| The Gods withdraw,
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| Wash thy white thighs, my beautiful God,
|
| In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
|
| The eagle slashes with beak and claw,
|
| The Gods withdraw,
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| On the marble mount,
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| In the dimpled dawn of the amber fount,
|
| Dip the passionate prayer
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| In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
|
| The soul that startles dip
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| To watch thy wantonness weeping through,
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| The tangled grove,
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| The eagle slashes,
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| The eagle slashes with beak and claw,
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| The Gods withdraw.(3) |